Rebecca Gradisca D Isonzo Brothel ❤️

About Rome

So, last time, docked in this shady town. Brothel right by the pier, smelled like rum and regret. Walked in, girls everywhere, all dolled up. One winked, I’m like, “Oho, trouble!” Felt like the Joker slippin’ into a heist. “Wanna know how I got these scars?” I’d say, but nah, just laughed. They didn’t get it—too busy hustlin’.

Brothel Museum

Immersed in greenery and ready to tell a story that’s more than nine centuries old, this is what the visitor sees in Gradisca d’Isonzo, a noble city that, especially starting in the 15th century, took .

On my way home, I pass by the local gelato shop. Couldn’t resist. I grab a cone of pistachio—my weakness. As I’m walking, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I spill gelato everywhere. I’m standing there, sticky and embarrassed, but I just laugh. “What a day!”

U.S. U-15 Boys National Team set for Torneo Delle Nazioni in Italy